Fifty was an unwelcome birthday, for all the wrong reasons. It began nine days ago, in the usual manner of days, with a hot shower, but before I had time to check my mirror for mischievous wrinkles, a nasty pain bit me in the side and my birthday celebrations took a rapid downhill tumble towards cancellation. The doc suspected kidney stones, combined with an infection and as the pain was so great, there was nothing for it but to stay in bed for a week and pray for it to pass. Thankfully it did eventually pass and I'm now back on my feet, wobbling my way slowly around the house again. Needless to say, after such a dramatic arrival, I rather lost my appetite for celebrating my first half century on this planet ...
Which was a shame, because my family went to so much trouble to make it a special day. My daughter bedecked our lounge with balloons, streamers and confetti, there were lovely cards, many of which had been hand made, a pretty cake ready for candles, guests and platters of party food ... such a pity, but I guess, once in a very blue moon, that's life.
As is the way of all things, after drama, we move on and already Valentine's Day has arrived!
So Stuart, my husband, my friend, it is the perfect day to thank you for taking such good care of me and keeping my spirits up while I have been unwell ... I really don't know what I would have done without you.
You are already mine and for that Valentine, I thank my lucky stars xxx